Ted Sheridan Poems

Profit and loss sheets are spread
separated by hyperboles and conjectures
upon my desktop and the poverty of my brain
As I try to amass some common sense approach
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There she goes rounding the corner of Regina and Curling
Their old beige Buick she drives still looks almost new
The body shop up on Independence does good work
They even give her a nice loaner to drive
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I couldn't get any sleep last night what with the heat
Since Vietnam I don't use air conditioning only a fan
The contrasted adjustments my body has to make
Therefore are not that great or greatly reduced
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Another day spent in my Hell
Alone with my maturity and the pain
The sun is hanging out in a blue sky
And the air is cool and dry for a change
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Tony picked up a sharp knife from the Diner's table
and holding it to the seeded throat
of yet another Big Mac...he sealed his fate
Too much special sauce on too much white bread
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uncle dear uncle
what have you done?
of your sister's many children
all are now dead but one....
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She was to come to our house
around five pm to have dinner with us
She had specifically requested
her Mother's family recipe for pepper steak
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I look to the left for they claim to have answers
To all the unanswered questions and hanging shads
But I see corruption and hear more of their defeatist rhetoric
The same kind of crap I had spit on me during my tours in Vietnam
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Long ago while I was still a relatively young boy
Somewhere between the ages of twelve and old enough to know better
I had an old black lady who was a local bootlegger offer me some Moonshine
She was giving it away for two packs of cigarettes per pint, preferably KOOLs
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The woman is a nut
She is an indehiscent hard-shelled
One-loculated
One-seeded fruit of a human being
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